Tangled By Fate

Chapter 530 THE PERMISSION

Chapter 530  THE PERMISSION

"What happened to her?" Urulas wanted to know her situation.

The physician truthfully said, "I cannot say for sure. I haven't seen this kind of symptom before. I need you to ask someone to get my teacher. He is the most knowledgeable physician I've ever known."

Urulas was surprised that the Royal Physician he knew since his birth didn't know how to deal with Veronica's symptoms. The teacher he was speaking of was the oldest Royal Physician who retired sixty years ago.

He inquired, "Where can I find him?"

The Royal Physician tried to remember, "If I recall correctly, you can find him in the mountains. The last thing I heard from him was that he was trying to create a unique medicine."

"I will send someone right away," saying Urulas went outside.

The next day, the oldest physician arrived with Urulas' two soldiers at dawn.

He had grown old but elves wouldn't age like humans. He had a few lines on his face and a long white and grey beard. He was wearing glasses which were unlikely for elves.

"Well, well," he gently smiled at Urulas and then looked at the girl in the bed, "all my life I knew I could accomplish many things but I never thought that I would see the descendent of the Great Dragon. I must have done something heroic in my last life to be able to face someone so glorious. Ho! Ho! Ho!"

The Royal Physician wasn't as amused as his teacher was. He said, "Master, I apologize for bringing you here in a short while, but there is something you need to see. I couldn't find any problem when diagnosing her. I don't know why she is like this."

The old physician played with his long grey bread.

"Is that so…" he muttered.

He walked closer and checked the patient's pulse. Without making any expression, he inspected her eyes and tongue.

"She has blood in her mouth," he announced.

"Is she vomiting blood?" the Royal Physician inquired.

"It doesn't seem like it…" The old physician pulled out Veronica's tongue and examined it. "It doesn't look like she injured her tongue either. It's more like… she drank blood."

"Drink blood?" The Royal Physician frowned. "Why on earth…"

He stopped without completing the sentence. He stole a glance at Urulas.

Urulas had a deadpan expression on his face.

He knew Veronica wouldn't drink blood. The only conclusion he came up with was his brother.

"Please excuse me for a while," he said. "I need to talk to my father."

Afterward, he left the room.

A silent exchange of looks took place between the two physicians.

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The Imperial Tree~

King Erestor Culnámo was having a meeting with the Elven Lords when his aid came and announced that the second prince had something urgent to discuss.

"Send him in," the Elven King permitted to bring him over.

Urulas came to the throne room and greeted his father.

"My King, I've come to report grave news."

"What happened?"

"Veronica, the descendant of the Great Dragon, has fallen sick. Her health is deteriorating. The Royal Physician cannot find a clue what has happened. So, we brought the oldest physician back from the mountain. From what he has said, I believe it has something to do with… Aeolus."

King Erestor Culnámo slightly raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting this kind of news first thing in the morning.

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

Urulas commented, "Last night, I heard some voices coming from her house. I went to check if she was okay. I saw Aeolus coming out of the window. Later on, I found her unconscious on the floor."

The Elven Lords exchanged glances. Without much explanation, they understood the seriousness of the case.

"My King, we need Aeolus to explain what has happened," Urulas shared his opinion. "I need your permission to do so."

King Erestor Culnámo calmly asked, "Are you saying you want to interrogate your own brother?"

Urulas cooled his heart and replied, "Yes."

"What did the physician say?"

"He said Veronica drank blood which made her lose consciousness. Her pulse is weak. Her breathing is shallow. Moreover…" after a pause, Urulas continued, "her blood is boiling."

After hearing that, the Elven King had no reason not to permit Urulas.

He said, "Fine, bring him in and ask him what he did."

After getting the king's order, Urulas sent his men to find his brother.

Fifteen minutes later, Aolus' Vice General was brought in front of the king.

Urulas' men reported, "My King, we haven't found the Crown Prince anywhere. Instead, his closest aid was there. We have brought him in for interrogation."

King Erestor Culnámo looked at the Vice General whose hands were only tied with a rope. His head was lowered as though he was guilty of something.

"Tell me," the Elven King said, "where is the Crown Prince?"

"My King," Vice General greeted, "I have no information regarding his whereabouts. He hasn't informed me anything before he left. He left in a rush."

"When did he leave?" Urulas inquired.

"Last night," the Vice General reported. "Due to his rush, I didn't have the time to ask him anything. I thought it was urgent."

King Erestor Culnámo tapped his right hand's index finger on the handle of the throne. His wise blue eyes curved with deep thoughts. The entire throne room was silent. Everyone was prepared to hear what their kind had to say about this hazardous situation.

He abruptly asked, "Do you think he has fled after harming the descendent of the Great Dragon?"

"No, My King!" The Vice General answered. "I've known him since childhood. He is anything but a coward. He won't run away from his responsibility."

"What if your emotions are clouding your judgment?"

"That's not possible, My King. I left my emotions behind before I joined the army."

"Fine, with your proper judgment, try thinking where the Crown Prince might go. Since you know him so well, you might find out where he is. Bring him back before the condition of the descendent of the Great Dragon deteriorates." "…Yes, My King!" The Vice General bowed and then left.

Urulas was relieved that his father wasn't biased toward his son. He ordered his men and follow the Vice General.

"What now? Should we keep waiting?"